Thursday, January 23, 2014

Doctor (Doctor!) Mr. M. D.--

So, we went to what now calls itself "Urgent Care," but is still the same doc-inna-box, where strugglin' young doctors (and a few older ones) work in volume and pass the savings on to you. If anybody knows what kind of ickinesses and sicknesses are moving up the Top-40 Aliments charts right now, it's them.

Old lyrics and overextended metaphors aside, it's "Dx: Vertigo," for me and I've been issued some anti-tumbling pills, a fistful of Amoxicillin for luck and a gentle suggestion that the Tincture of Time be left to do its work; so either I'm irretrievably doomed or it's nothing much and, absent any compelling evidence for the first, I'll go with the second.

Drang, I rarely climb; never more than 40 pr 45 feet. We hire arcane specialists for the high work.

Paul, 'Strewth, though for the more-common herd illnesses, I think the Urgent Care gang sees more of it and may have a better feel for trends. In-depth it ain't, but neither are most flu/cold/whatevers that go around.

"I saw to what extent the people among whom I lived could be trusted as good neighbors and friends; that their friendship was for summer weather only; that they did not greatly propose to do right; that they were a distinct race from me by their prejudices and superstitions."